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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.