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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.