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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Gong,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.