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 Singapore and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.