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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.