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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.