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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
10cc,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.