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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.