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 Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.