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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.