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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.