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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Nas,
Second Layer,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.