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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.