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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 June Days to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Little Man,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.