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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.