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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.