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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.