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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.