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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.