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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.