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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.