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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Index,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Gong,
Lalann,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.