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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
UT,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.