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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.