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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Neon Judgement 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.