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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Flipper,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.