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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.