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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.