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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Ronan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.