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 Finland and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.