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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance 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?
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.