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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.