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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Brick,
Nico,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.