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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.