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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.