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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.