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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.