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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.