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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.