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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.