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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.