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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.