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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.