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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Pylon,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Wings,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.