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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.