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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.