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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.