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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.