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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.