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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Slave,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.