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 Spain and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siglo XX 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Organ,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.