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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.