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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.