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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Can,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.