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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.