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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.