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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.