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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
UT,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.