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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.