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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.