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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.