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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.