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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.