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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Count Five,
UT,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
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.