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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.