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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.