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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.