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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.