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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics 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?
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.