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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Moebius,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.