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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.