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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.