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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 London and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.