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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.