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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Nas,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.