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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.