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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.