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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.