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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.