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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.