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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.