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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
MDC,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.