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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Slave,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.