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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.