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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.