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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.