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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.