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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.