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 Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.