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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.