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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.