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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.