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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.