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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Television,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.