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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
the Germs,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.