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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.