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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.