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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Evens,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.