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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.