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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.