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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
CMW,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.