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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
MDC,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.