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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.