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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Normal to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.