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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
JFA,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.