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 Romania and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.