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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.