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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.