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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
CMW,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.