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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.