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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.