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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
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.