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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Wings,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.