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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.