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 Netherlands 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Harmonia 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band 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?
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.