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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.