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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.