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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.