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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.