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 France and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.