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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
AZ,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.