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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.