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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.