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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Faraquet to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.