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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
DNA,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.