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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.