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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.