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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.