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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Ossler,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.