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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.