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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Chrome,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Magma,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.