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 Swaziland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.