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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.