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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.