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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.