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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.