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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.