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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.