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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.