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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.