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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.