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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.