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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Sound,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.