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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.