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 Nicaragua 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.