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 Bangladesh 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.