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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.