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 Finland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.