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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.