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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
June Days,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.