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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.