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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.