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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.