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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.