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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.