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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.