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 Uganda and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Gong,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.