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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nico,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.