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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.