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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.