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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.