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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.