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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.