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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.