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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Minutemen 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.