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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Symarip,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.