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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.