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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
MDC,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.