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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Slave,
ABBA,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.