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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.