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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.