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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.