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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.