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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.