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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.