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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.