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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Infiniti to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Darondo,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.