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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
the Association,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.