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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.