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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.