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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
PIL,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.