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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.