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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Section 25,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.