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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.