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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Index,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
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.