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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.