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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.