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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Index,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
PIL,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.