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 Hungary 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.