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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.