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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants 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?
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Smog,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.