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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Nico,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.