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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.