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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.