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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.