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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.