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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 Accra and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Symarip,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Rakim,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.