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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.