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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Index,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.