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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.