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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.