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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.