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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
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.