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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.