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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.