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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Television,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.