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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.