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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.