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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.