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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Organ,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.