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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.