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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.