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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.