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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.