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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.