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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
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.