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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
10cc,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Television,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.