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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.