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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.