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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.