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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.