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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.