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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.