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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.