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 Nauru and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The Move,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.