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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.