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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.