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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
The Martian,
Wire,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.