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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.