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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.