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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.