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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.