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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Fear,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.