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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.