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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.