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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.