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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.