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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Wire,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.