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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.