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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes 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?
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Fear,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.