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 Belarus and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.