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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Television,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.