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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.