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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.