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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.