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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.