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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
MC5,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.