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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.