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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Nico,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.