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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.