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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.