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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.