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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.