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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.