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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.