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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.