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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.