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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.