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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.