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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.