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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.