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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.