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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.