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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.