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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.