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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Pole,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.