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 Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.