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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.