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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.