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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.