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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.