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 India and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.