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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.