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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.