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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Susan Cadogan 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord 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?
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.