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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.