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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.