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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.