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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.