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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
MDC,
DNA,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.