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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.