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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.