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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
DNA,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.