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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.