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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.