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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Nas,
the Human League,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.