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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Gong,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.