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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Y Pants to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.