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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Outsiders to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.