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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.