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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
The Slits,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.