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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.