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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.