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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.