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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.