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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.