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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Faust,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.