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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.