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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.