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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
New Order,
JFA,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.