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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.