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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.