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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.