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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.