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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.