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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.