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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Index,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.