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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Index,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.