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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.