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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.