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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Can,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.