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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
MDC,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
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.