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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.