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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.