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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Slave,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.