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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.