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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.