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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.