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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
MC5,
PIL,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.