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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.