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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Television,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.