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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Swans,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.