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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.