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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.