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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.