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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Victims to the techno 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.