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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.