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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.