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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Swans,
The Martian,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.