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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
June Days,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.