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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Monks,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Quantec,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.