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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.