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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.