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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.