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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Smog,
X-102,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.