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-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.