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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.