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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.