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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.