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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.