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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.