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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.