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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Slave,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.