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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.