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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.