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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.