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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.