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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.