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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.