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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.