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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Techniques,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.