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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.