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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.