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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.