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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.