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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.