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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.