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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.