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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.