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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Cure to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.