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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.