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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.