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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.