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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.