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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.