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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.