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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.