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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.