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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.