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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.