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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.