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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.