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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.