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 Mali 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.