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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Index,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.