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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.