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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.