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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.