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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.