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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.