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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.