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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.