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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.