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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Can,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Crime,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.