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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.