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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.