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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Mars,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Index,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.