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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.