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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.