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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.