Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Aswad,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.