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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Pole,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.