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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Josef K,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.