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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.