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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
This Heat,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.