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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.