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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.