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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.