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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.