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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
UT,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.