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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.