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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Index,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.