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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Motorama,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Niagra,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.