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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
ABC,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.