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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.