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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.