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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.