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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.