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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.