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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.