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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.