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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.