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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.