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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.