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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Skarface to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.