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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.