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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.