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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.