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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
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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.