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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.