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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.