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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.