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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.