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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Flipper,
X-101,
Pole,
cv313,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.