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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.