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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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 Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.