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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Doors to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.