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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Darondo,
10cc,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.