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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.