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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.