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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.