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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 kango's stein massive 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.