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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.