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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.