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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.