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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.