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 Malaysia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Association,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.