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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.