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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Monolake,
Swans,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.