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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.