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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
The Victims,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.