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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Monolake,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.