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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.