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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Pole,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.