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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Japan,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.