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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.