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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Human League,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.