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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Scrapy,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.