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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.