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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.