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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.