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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Sound,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.