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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
PIL,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.