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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.