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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
John Cale,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.