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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.