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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Technova,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.