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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.