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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.