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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.