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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.