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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Cymande,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.