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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.