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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.