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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.