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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.