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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.