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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.