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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.