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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Television,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.