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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.