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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Bluetip,
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.