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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.