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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.