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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.