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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.