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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.