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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.