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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
the Association,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.