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 China and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.