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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Darondo,
Pole,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.