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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.