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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.