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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.