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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.