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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.