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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 The Associates to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.