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 Morocco 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.