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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
ABBA,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.