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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.