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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.