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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.