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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.