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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Japan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.