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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.