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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.