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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.