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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.