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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.