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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Marc Almond to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.