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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
JFA,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.