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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.