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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.