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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.