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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Wire,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.