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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.