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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.