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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.