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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.