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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Victims,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.