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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 American Breed to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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.