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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Move to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Visage,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.